Duncan knew that the arrangements he made today were destined to cause turmoil in the entire Infinite Sea - this "warning" was enough to shock everyone, not only because of the content of the warning, but also because of the source of the warning.
The civilized world will face a little "homeless shock."
"This is a big deal," Tirian broke the silence. "There is no need to worry about the church. They have always been keen and professional when dealing with extraordinary crises, and they will definitely pay enough attention to them. However, the situation in the city-states is complicated, and I doubt whether all
Everyone can establish an effective early warning mechanism.”
"Before doing this, let's first consider how many people will treat this 'warning' correctly," Lucretia's voice came from the crystal ball, "In this world, how many people are warning about the 'doomsday'?"
There are countless people, and most of them come from those crazy cultists - now Homeless has suddenly begun to warn the world. Frankly speaking... the first reaction of many people is probably the same as when they came into contact with those doomsday cultists.
Almost the same, even a little worse..."
Shirley across the table muttered softly: "After all, I have such a good reputation..."
"That's their business," Duncan glanced at Shirley expressionlessly, shook his head and said, "The 'reputation' of the Lost Home is a good thing. Even if some people don't believe the content of the warning, they will at least take it seriously."
The warning itself - even if it is out of fear of the Homeless Ship, they will be cautious, that is enough."
"I will contact the church as soon as possible," Agatha nodded and said in a hoarse and soft voice. "I believe that the Death Temple will definitely pay attention to the warning from the Homeless Ship at the highest level."
"After Death, Deep Sea and Truth Academy receives the news, the Fire Bearer will definitely receive it as well," Fanna also nodded and added, "I will directly confirm the matter with His Majesty the Pope."
"I haven't communicated with the Academy Ark for a long time. This time I just want to catch up with my old friends." Morris took off his monocle and wiped it. "But I need to prepare some extra ointment for the ceremony."
and herbal powder, it is not easy to contact the Academy Ark from the boundless sea."
Listening to Morris's words, Duncan suddenly thought of something again.
"Has there been any progress on the matter you were asked to investigate last time?" He looked at the great scholar, "It's the broken cross mark carried by the Evangelist of the End. Has the source been found?"
"I'm sorry, there is no progress yet," Morris said with a trace of apology on his face, "I have written many letters to my familiar academic friends, and also contacted several universities with good connections, but I have not found anyone with whom I am familiar.
There are records related to broken cross marks. At present, it can only be determined that they 'may' have appeared on some architectural remains of the ancient kingdom of Crete..."
"That's it..." Duncan felt a little regretful, but he knew that investigating a mysterious symbol when there was a lack of information was like finding a needle in a haystack, so he didn't get too obsessed with this issue and just said casually, "Then you
Continue to pay attention to this matter, and if there is any progress, just let me know as soon as possible."
Morris immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Captain."
Duncan hummed, and then thought for a moment to confirm if there was anything he had missed. Then he breathed out softly, stood up from the long table, and glanced at everyone present.
"Then today's rally ends here. The general direction of the action has been set. If you have any questions later, you can confirm with me at any time."
Lawrence, who was at the end of the long table, breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
This gathering was not as spooky and terrifying as he imagined, nor was it filled with weird and inexplicable rituals or strict and bloody rules, but even so, just the fact that he was "attentioned by Captain Duncan at any time" here made him feel uncomfortable.
A little pressure, as a "newcomer" here, he has always been tense, but now he can finally relax.
But as soon as he was relieved, he discovered that the other people around the table had no intention of getting up and leaving. Instead, most of them, including the respected Morris University scholar, looked like they were looking forward to the next session.
Is there still a process for the rally?
Just as a ray of doubt arose in Lawrence's mind, he heard Nina's voice coming from the other side: "Ah, we've finally finished chatting. Let's eat. I'm hungry."
"Have a big dinner today! Have a big dinner!" Shirley also shouted happily, "Today is a gathering day, there is delicious food!"
"The soup is still simmering in the pot, and the time is just right," Alice said as she stood up, "I'll push the dining cart over~"
Lawrence looked at the scene in front of him in confusion, not understanding what was going to happen next. He turned his head and glanced at Agatha who was closest to him, but saw that the other person's expression was also confused like his own.
At this moment, Duncan's voice suddenly came from the top of the long table, answering Lawrence and Agatha's doubts: "After we have finished talking about business, let's have a dinner together. This is the rule on the ship."
After talking about business... Let's have a dinner together?
Lawrence listened in astonishment, thinking he heard something wrong, but then he saw that the "living doll" actually pushed a large dining cart back to the cabin, and the slightly old dining cart creaked as it was pushed.
There was a lot of noise, and many containers on the car contained hot... food.
Lawrence watched in stunned silence, seeing Alice carrying the food to the table, and watching Shirley and Nina running around to help put the plates and cutlery. He smelled the aroma of the food - there was fresh bread, there were
Vegetables and fruits, and meat.
It was normal food that he recognized and could be eaten by humans.
But among all the aromas, the strongest one came from the pot of soup at the end of the long table.
The delicious fish soup is soaked in the slightly curled tender meat of an indistinguishable type. The heat is rising in it. On the slightly swaying surface of the soup, the curled meat slices seem to still have a little bit of activity left, and the steam is still lingering.
Moderate tremors, spasms.
But when one looked closely, the tremors and convulsions seemed like hallucinations and had never happened.
Lawrence stood up unknowingly, and his eyes fell on the fish soup. He couldn't tell what kind of fish it was, nor could he notice anything strange about this "food", but a strong intuition still persisted
His heart was pounding. It was something accumulated from decades of wandering around the boundless sea. It was an "experiential response" that allowed him, an "ordinary person" with no spiritual talent, to detect certain extraordinary things -
—
This was once an extremely dangerous thing, something that could kill people. The horror of ocean-going ships being buried in the deep sea was...
"It's fresh fish," Duncan smiled and said to Lawrence and Agatha, who were attending the gathering for the first time. "I just caught it today - I went to a place quite far away from Frost Island to catch it."
Fish? "Fish" caught in the sea far away from safe routes and far away from the shelter of islands?
Lawrence was in a trance for a moment, and a horrifying suspicion suddenly emerged in his mind. Morris, who was not far away, nodded to him in a friendly manner: "It's just what you thought, Captain Lawrence, but relax, it's necessary to join us.
steps, and you don't have to worry about it, it's harmless - it's food on this ship."
Lawrence listened in confusion, and by the time he reacted, Alice had already placed a bowl of steaming fish soup on the table in front of him.
But when she came to Agatha, Alice stopped in confusion.
"I can't eat," Agatha said with a little embarrassment on her face, "This body is an empty shell of death, and I can no longer enjoy delicious food."
"It's okay," Duncan waved his hand magnanimously upon seeing this, "It's said to be the rules on the ship, but in fact it's no different from an ordinary party. Eat what you can eat, and chat a little bit about what you can't eat to get closer to each other.
"
As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the crystal ball placed in front of Tirian: "Lucy, don't forget your dinner."
"I'm eating, I'm eating," Lucretia replied quickly, "Luni brought me baked apple pie and bacon pie!"
After hearing this, Duncan nodded, then looked at both sides of the long table with a smile, picked up the wine glass at hand, and raised the glass high as the owner:
"Then, for the day when we gather here -"
…
The slight dizziness faded little by little, and the green firelight at the edge of the field of vision gradually dissipated in the air. The fresh and cold sea breeze blew across the deck, bringing instant clarity to the mind.
The experience of attending the party on the Lost Home still seemed like a dream, lingering in my mind with a sense of unreality.
Lawrence shook his head to regain consciousness further, then came to the edge of the deck and looked at the sea that was gradually sinking into the night.
The faintly glowing silhouette of the Lost Home still floats on the sea not far from the White Oak.
"...It's just like a dream."
Gathering on the mysterious ghost ship, communicating with various "characters" including living dolls, sun fragments, and ghost demons, exploring the secrets of ancient gods and doomsday in depth in the spiritual world, and then under the gaze and shadow of the subspace
Under the witness, we share the flesh and blood of the descendants of the deep sea together.
When the meeting ended, the wind of the real world blew through his cheeks again, when the tension and numbness in his mind gradually faded away, and he was able to think with human rationality again. When the relaxed and weird impressions during the meeting dissipated, Lawrence finally gradually realized
The "essence" of what just happened.
A kind of belated "realization" came to him, but he couldn't explain exactly what he felt in his heart at this moment.
Normal people should feel scared, should feel terrible, at the very least, when they recall the "fish" they ate in their stomachs, they should feel horrified.
However, he felt nothing.
Only a strange sense of calm and belonging soothed his slightly restless mood.